Rift

"You're right. Besides, I'm only at the Peak Seventh Layer of Qi Refining. There's nothing to be timid about." Losing would not be unexpected; winning would be a blood-soaked windfall. Thinking of it that way, Bian Chunchou became even more optimistic.

He thought, anyway, he had three chances. He had to go up once in the morning and once in the evening—was he really going to be too scared to step onto the arena because of Lin Congcong?

Bian Chunchou immediately felt as though the clouds had parted and the moon had emerged. Besides, he had transmigrated into the Cultivation Realm—was he really going to be burdened by the title of Inner Sect disciple? Impossible. Male college students had no shame at all. It was only the Sect Grand Competition. Charge!

Besides, his cultivation truly was inferior to Lin Congcong's, but... in a real spell battle, it was still uncertain who would win.

Having completely thought it through, Bian Chunchou immediately decided to take the stage. But before he could speak, the referee called his name. "Bian Chunchou of Ruoshui Peak, are you present?"

Bian Chunchou: ...Did it have to be this accurate?! Even a death warrant wouldn't arrive this perfectly on cue!

When he turned his head, he happened to meet Lin Congcong's gloating eyes. Only then did Bian Chunchou realize—good heavens, the senior brother on the stage looked somewhat familiar. Wasn't he Shi Yijian, Senior Brother Shi, the Inner Sect's reckless workhorse whom he often ran into at Disciple Peak?

Speaking of which, when Senior Brother Shi had first entered the Inner Sect, the criticism he received had been no less than Bian Chunchou's.

Bian Chunchou had drawn so much discussion purely because his Spiritual Roots conflicted, but Senior Brother Shi had been criticized because his talent was